FIC: Matchmaker, Matchmaker 3/? - R - Rose/Ten
Title: Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Author: Jinni
Rated: NC17/FR21
Disclaimer: All things Doctor Who belong to the BBC, et al.
Pairing: Rose/Ten
Spoilers: Through all current s2 episodes.
Notes: I decided today that I haven't been writing enough smut. I just... haven't. So I came up with the oddest idea I could have... okay, I lied - it's not the ODDEST idea I could have, as anyone reading mine and booster17's Sonic Screwdriver smut has learned - but its a wacky idea nonetheless. It is an idea wherein there will be smut, smut, and more smut. Lots of the smut. Smut all over the place. Anyone like smut? Right, then. Shall we begin?
~*~*~
“Rose.”
She sighed at the sound of the Doctor’s voice, speaking her name, and cracked open one eye. The Doctor’s face was barely a handspan away from her own; so close that she could feel the air move as he breathed.
And he was watching her, with a little grin on his lips; eyes teasingly amused. Like this was nothing but one big adventure, minus the running for their lives or excitement. Why couldn’t he see this for the torture it was instead of trying to have fun?
He was probably thinking the opposite of her, of course, and she knew it. This was hardly her usual way of reacting to situations like this. If she didn’t Then again, he didn’t have the problem she had. He didn’t care about her the same way she cared for him.
“Wha’?” she asked. One eyebrow went up. She resisted the urge to growl at him. “I won’t play along, Doctor. I won’t give them the satisfaction of playin’ these stupid games.”
Right. It had nothing to do with just wanting to shut her eyes and forget that the Doctor was so close that she could ‘feel’ his presence right there, just centimeters away. Any other time, given the opportunity to escape at will, she’d have been happy to have the chance to play Twenty Questions with the Doctor. Provided he was going to answer the questions. That was the other thing - there was no telling what he would and wouldn’t answer, even if she played along. He was just frustratin’ like that.
“Favorite color?” he asked, blithely ignoring the glare that she was trying very hard to melt him with.
Rose arched an eyebrow. “You have to ask?”
He shrugged as much as he was able to within the confines of the…thing… they were strapped in. Rose had to admit it was a lot more comfortable than it looked. Straps made of soft leather padded with something that she was sure she’d never be able to find on Earth. They were essentially suspended, hanging face to face; cushioned and comfortable despite everything.
Well, physically comfortable. Rose was pretty sure she couldn’t have been more emotionally or mentally uncomfortable if she were trying. Then again, scratch that. Yes, she could be more uncomfortable if she tried. Probably if she didn’t try, too.
“Doesn’t work like that,” the Doctor grinned. “I ask the question - you answer.”
“Ah,” Rose nodded. Going by that logic, could she then assume that, “So, that means - if I ask a question, you’re gonna answer?”
The Doctor’s grin slipped, brown eyes flickering and Rose could almost see the thoughts running through his head. “Possibly?”
Rose frowned. “Right. So I answer your questions and then, possibly you’re going t’answer mine?” She snorted. “Forgive me if I don’t play along, Doctor.”
“I’ll answer the same question that I ask you, how’s that?”
It was the best she was going to get, but that didn’t mean that Rose had to be happy about it. Here she was, in a prime position to get to know the Doctor better, and he was being his usual mysterious self. Was almost enough to make her wish she had a hand free so that she could shake him right soundly.
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. Anything was better than just danglin’ here like this, quietly fuming. “An’ it’s pink. You know that.”
He grinned again, widely. “I remember your room when we first met. Was like something pink got sick all over the place.”
“You never went in my room.”
“Sure I did. When you weren’t lookin’. Went in your mum’s, too.”
Rose pressed her lips together then shrugged it off. She expected that from him - both the previous him and this one - always putting their noses where they weren’t supposed to be. She wouldn’t be shocked to find out that he’d rifled through her dresser drawers, too.
“All right - what’s your favorite color, then?” she redirected with a resigned sigh.
“Blue,” he responded automatically. “Wait… no… that was last me. Green?” The Doctor looked confused. “Maybe yellow.”
“Yellow?” Rose asked.
“No, definitely not yellow,” the Doctor grinned. “Oh, this is fun. Me finding out new things about me. Now, let’s see… pink - no, white - no. Grey - no. Betelurian Fuschia? Lovely color, but no, that would be silly.”
“Orange?”
“No,” the Doctor shook his head.
“How ‘bout gold?”
“That’s close to being yellow, Rose… but, but,” the Doctor’s mouth worked silently, as if he were tasting the color - which Rose supposed he might do if he could. “Yes, I think you’ve got it. Gold. That’s my favorite color.”
Gold.
Gold light.
Rose remembered gold light sometimes, late at night when she was dreaming. Couldn’t remember why she had gold light in her memories, but she was sure nonetheless that it was an actual memory and not just a bit of fancy on her part.
”Next question is…” the Doctor appeared thoughtful for a few seconds. Rose didn’t buy it. She could bet that he had an entire list of questions just circlin’ round in his little head, waitin’ to ask. Got ta’ make the most of things, as he kept saying, after all.
They went through meaningless question after meaningless question. Things that he already knew the answer to.
What was her favorite food?
Chips, of course.
His - also chips. What a shocker, given that they’d spent a good portion of their relationship searching out the best chips in the universe.
One place she’d like to visit?
California. All those different planets she’d been to, all those different times - and she just wanted to visit the other side of the globe. Her own time, even. Do a little people watching. Nothing more. Nothing less.
One place he’d like to visit?
Beasley. A little town on a planet that Rose had never heard of. The Doctor apparently wanted to visit it during the Imperial Revolution of the People’s Republic of Dissolution. The Revolution was particularly interesting, from what he said, in that the crown prince and princess participated very enthusiastically.
“One fantasy of yours.”
Rose froze. She licked her lips, glancing at the Doctor’s innocently smiling face. Had he really just asked that?
“’M sorry?”
“A fantasy of yours. Something you’d like to do,” he said.
It made no more sense the second time he said it than he had the first time. Rose bit her lower lip and tried to keep from blushing. Wasn’t it bad enough that she was practically strapped to him? Now he was asking her questions like that?
“You first?” she squeaked, covering it up with a cough. The Doctor looked at her questioningly and she managed an innocent smile.
“All right,” the Doctor grinned. “I’ve always wanted to try scuba diving with the three-finned sharks of Deloras Major. Get in there, pet them.”
Of course.
A fantasy didn’t have to be sexual.
Rose squashed ideas of the Doctor dressed as a pirate, plundering her treasures, right out of her mind.
”I… I…” she floundered for a fantasy that didn’t involve the Doctor and shagging. Or, the Doctor and events leading up to shagging. Or the Doctor and whipped cream.
Or…
“C’mon now,” the Doctor encouraged. “What’ve you got all rarin’ to be done in that wicked little mind of yours?”
Words like that did not help things at all.
Rose felt her eyes drift shut, just a bit, as she listened to the Doctor ramble on. Going from encouraging her to tell him about her fantasies to telling her more of his. Things that he wanted to do. Things he wanted to show her. All over the vast expanse of time and space.
She could lie there forever, just listening to him talk on and on. Lie there, suspended so close to him. Imagining things that were fantasies, just not the kind that the Doctor had meant when he asked his questions.
God, she was getting hot just thinking about that, coupled with the sound of his voice washing over her.
“Rose? Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“I’d like to fall -“ Rose’s eyes snapped open as her mouth snapped shut. She had not just almost told the Doctor that she would like to fall asleep on top of him.
”Fall… falling can be fun, depending on where you do it,” the Doctor prompted her with a bright smile.
”Free falling,” Rose agreed with a slight laugh. “Sky diving.”
“Don’t need to do something like that to experience free fall,” the Doctor frowned. “That’s dangerous Rose Tyler, dangerous. Hate to lose you to a stupid low-tech human pastime.”
“Oh, I s’pose there’s a more sophisticated way?”
“Of course. We’ll do that next. I’ll take you to the pale violet skies of Llevia and we’ll free fall in their tumble zones. Great fun. They have stabilizers towards the end of the fall. Slows you down until you’re landing on the ground, light as a bird.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Definitely it. You an’ me, Rose. As soon as we’re out of here.”
Just like that, Rose was reminded of what was going on. Of where she was and what she had to endure for the next few days. This was a prison sentence, more or less.
“Yeah, we will,” she agreed with another long sigh.
The Doctor wiggled a bit in his bindings, bumping into her playfully. Except it came out more like rubbing up against her slowly, as the bindings shifted.
Rose growled under her breath, earning herself a look of amusement from the Doctor and an raised brow. That little jaunty look that he had sometimes when he was tickled. He was just odd enough sometimes that Rose could believe that maybe, just maybe, he’d liked the growling.
Thankfully, it was at that moment that their captors came to release them. Rose sent up a silent thanks to the gods for their intervention.
A few hours down… lots more to go.
~*~End Chapter~*~
Author: Jinni
Rated: NC17/FR21
Disclaimer: All things Doctor Who belong to the BBC, et al.
Pairing: Rose/Ten
Spoilers: Through all current s2 episodes.
Notes: I decided today that I haven't been writing enough smut. I just... haven't. So I came up with the oddest idea I could have... okay, I lied - it's not the ODDEST idea I could have, as anyone reading mine and booster17's Sonic Screwdriver smut has learned - but its a wacky idea nonetheless. It is an idea wherein there will be smut, smut, and more smut. Lots of the smut. Smut all over the place. Anyone like smut? Right, then. Shall we begin?
~*~*~
“Rose.”
She sighed at the sound of the Doctor’s voice, speaking her name, and cracked open one eye. The Doctor’s face was barely a handspan away from her own; so close that she could feel the air move as he breathed.
And he was watching her, with a little grin on his lips; eyes teasingly amused. Like this was nothing but one big adventure, minus the running for their lives or excitement. Why couldn’t he see this for the torture it was instead of trying to have fun?
He was probably thinking the opposite of her, of course, and she knew it. This was hardly her usual way of reacting to situations like this. If she didn’t Then again, he didn’t have the problem she had. He didn’t care about her the same way she cared for him.
“Wha’?” she asked. One eyebrow went up. She resisted the urge to growl at him. “I won’t play along, Doctor. I won’t give them the satisfaction of playin’ these stupid games.”
Right. It had nothing to do with just wanting to shut her eyes and forget that the Doctor was so close that she could ‘feel’ his presence right there, just centimeters away. Any other time, given the opportunity to escape at will, she’d have been happy to have the chance to play Twenty Questions with the Doctor. Provided he was going to answer the questions. That was the other thing - there was no telling what he would and wouldn’t answer, even if she played along. He was just frustratin’ like that.
“Favorite color?” he asked, blithely ignoring the glare that she was trying very hard to melt him with.
Rose arched an eyebrow. “You have to ask?”
He shrugged as much as he was able to within the confines of the…thing… they were strapped in. Rose had to admit it was a lot more comfortable than it looked. Straps made of soft leather padded with something that she was sure she’d never be able to find on Earth. They were essentially suspended, hanging face to face; cushioned and comfortable despite everything.
Well, physically comfortable. Rose was pretty sure she couldn’t have been more emotionally or mentally uncomfortable if she were trying. Then again, scratch that. Yes, she could be more uncomfortable if she tried. Probably if she didn’t try, too.
“Doesn’t work like that,” the Doctor grinned. “I ask the question - you answer.”
“Ah,” Rose nodded. Going by that logic, could she then assume that, “So, that means - if I ask a question, you’re gonna answer?”
The Doctor’s grin slipped, brown eyes flickering and Rose could almost see the thoughts running through his head. “Possibly?”
Rose frowned. “Right. So I answer your questions and then, possibly you’re going t’answer mine?” She snorted. “Forgive me if I don’t play along, Doctor.”
“I’ll answer the same question that I ask you, how’s that?”
It was the best she was going to get, but that didn’t mean that Rose had to be happy about it. Here she was, in a prime position to get to know the Doctor better, and he was being his usual mysterious self. Was almost enough to make her wish she had a hand free so that she could shake him right soundly.
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. Anything was better than just danglin’ here like this, quietly fuming. “An’ it’s pink. You know that.”
He grinned again, widely. “I remember your room when we first met. Was like something pink got sick all over the place.”
“You never went in my room.”
“Sure I did. When you weren’t lookin’. Went in your mum’s, too.”
Rose pressed her lips together then shrugged it off. She expected that from him - both the previous him and this one - always putting their noses where they weren’t supposed to be. She wouldn’t be shocked to find out that he’d rifled through her dresser drawers, too.
“All right - what’s your favorite color, then?” she redirected with a resigned sigh.
“Blue,” he responded automatically. “Wait… no… that was last me. Green?” The Doctor looked confused. “Maybe yellow.”
“Yellow?” Rose asked.
“No, definitely not yellow,” the Doctor grinned. “Oh, this is fun. Me finding out new things about me. Now, let’s see… pink - no, white - no. Grey - no. Betelurian Fuschia? Lovely color, but no, that would be silly.”
“Orange?”
“No,” the Doctor shook his head.
“How ‘bout gold?”
“That’s close to being yellow, Rose… but, but,” the Doctor’s mouth worked silently, as if he were tasting the color - which Rose supposed he might do if he could. “Yes, I think you’ve got it. Gold. That’s my favorite color.”
Gold.
Gold light.
Rose remembered gold light sometimes, late at night when she was dreaming. Couldn’t remember why she had gold light in her memories, but she was sure nonetheless that it was an actual memory and not just a bit of fancy on her part.
”Next question is…” the Doctor appeared thoughtful for a few seconds. Rose didn’t buy it. She could bet that he had an entire list of questions just circlin’ round in his little head, waitin’ to ask. Got ta’ make the most of things, as he kept saying, after all.
They went through meaningless question after meaningless question. Things that he already knew the answer to.
What was her favorite food?
Chips, of course.
His - also chips. What a shocker, given that they’d spent a good portion of their relationship searching out the best chips in the universe.
One place she’d like to visit?
California. All those different planets she’d been to, all those different times - and she just wanted to visit the other side of the globe. Her own time, even. Do a little people watching. Nothing more. Nothing less.
One place he’d like to visit?
Beasley. A little town on a planet that Rose had never heard of. The Doctor apparently wanted to visit it during the Imperial Revolution of the People’s Republic of Dissolution. The Revolution was particularly interesting, from what he said, in that the crown prince and princess participated very enthusiastically.
“One fantasy of yours.”
Rose froze. She licked her lips, glancing at the Doctor’s innocently smiling face. Had he really just asked that?
“’M sorry?”
“A fantasy of yours. Something you’d like to do,” he said.
It made no more sense the second time he said it than he had the first time. Rose bit her lower lip and tried to keep from blushing. Wasn’t it bad enough that she was practically strapped to him? Now he was asking her questions like that?
“You first?” she squeaked, covering it up with a cough. The Doctor looked at her questioningly and she managed an innocent smile.
“All right,” the Doctor grinned. “I’ve always wanted to try scuba diving with the three-finned sharks of Deloras Major. Get in there, pet them.”
Of course.
A fantasy didn’t have to be sexual.
Rose squashed ideas of the Doctor dressed as a pirate, plundering her treasures, right out of her mind.
”I… I…” she floundered for a fantasy that didn’t involve the Doctor and shagging. Or, the Doctor and events leading up to shagging. Or the Doctor and whipped cream.
Or…
“C’mon now,” the Doctor encouraged. “What’ve you got all rarin’ to be done in that wicked little mind of yours?”
Words like that did not help things at all.
Rose felt her eyes drift shut, just a bit, as she listened to the Doctor ramble on. Going from encouraging her to tell him about her fantasies to telling her more of his. Things that he wanted to do. Things he wanted to show her. All over the vast expanse of time and space.
She could lie there forever, just listening to him talk on and on. Lie there, suspended so close to him. Imagining things that were fantasies, just not the kind that the Doctor had meant when he asked his questions.
God, she was getting hot just thinking about that, coupled with the sound of his voice washing over her.
“Rose? Don’t fall asleep on me.”
“I’d like to fall -“ Rose’s eyes snapped open as her mouth snapped shut. She had not just almost told the Doctor that she would like to fall asleep on top of him.
”Fall… falling can be fun, depending on where you do it,” the Doctor prompted her with a bright smile.
”Free falling,” Rose agreed with a slight laugh. “Sky diving.”
“Don’t need to do something like that to experience free fall,” the Doctor frowned. “That’s dangerous Rose Tyler, dangerous. Hate to lose you to a stupid low-tech human pastime.”
“Oh, I s’pose there’s a more sophisticated way?”
“Of course. We’ll do that next. I’ll take you to the pale violet skies of Llevia and we’ll free fall in their tumble zones. Great fun. They have stabilizers towards the end of the fall. Slows you down until you’re landing on the ground, light as a bird.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Definitely it. You an’ me, Rose. As soon as we’re out of here.”
Just like that, Rose was reminded of what was going on. Of where she was and what she had to endure for the next few days. This was a prison sentence, more or less.
“Yeah, we will,” she agreed with another long sigh.
The Doctor wiggled a bit in his bindings, bumping into her playfully. Except it came out more like rubbing up against her slowly, as the bindings shifted.
Rose growled under her breath, earning herself a look of amusement from the Doctor and an raised brow. That little jaunty look that he had sometimes when he was tickled. He was just odd enough sometimes that Rose could believe that maybe, just maybe, he’d liked the growling.
Thankfully, it was at that moment that their captors came to release them. Rose sent up a silent thanks to the gods for their intervention.
A few hours down… lots more to go.
~*~End Chapter~*~